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  2. Dedication
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  57. Epilogue
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. More from Fay Keenan
  61. About the Author
  62. About Boldwood Books

‘Did you see where it went?’ Holly asked, once she’d tried to draw air back into her slightly winded lungs.

‘Not really,’ Charlie murmured from his position on top of her. ‘I was more interested in trying not to crush you to death.’

‘I’m not sure if you managed it,’ Holly said, realising that Charlie seemed disinclined to move. Their lips were very close as he hovered above her, and she felt another distinct stirring from where their hips were touching, which turned her insides into fluttering, flapping madness. It was certainly proving even more difficult to breathe.

‘Are you OK?’ Charlie said, a husky note in his voice.

‘I think so,’ Holly replied. ‘But I think the mouse got away again.’

‘Sorry about that.’ He really didn’t sound sorry.

The pause stretched for a delicious, aching moment as their lips hovered just a breath away. Holly craved that final step and desperately wanted to wrap a thigh around Charlie where he was lying between her legs. Heart hammering, she shifted slightly so that their lips were millimetres apart. She could feel his breath hitching in his throat as he looked down at her, and she was willing it to be down to more than just the adrenaline rush from the mouse up his trouser leg. Closer… closer…

‘Are we interrupting something?’ A deeply amused voice came from the same door that Charlie had entered a few minutes ago, followed by the pattering of toddler’s footsteps.

‘Rachel, Harry!’ Holly gasped as two pairs of feet, one small, one larger, came into her sight line.

‘Next time you fancy getting jiggy with the local MP, perhaps it would be wise to lock your back door before you start,’ Rachel said wryly, her face, once it came into view as Holly shifted, asking a thousand questions that Holly didn’t think she’d ever be able to answer. Holly, for once struck dumb, wondered how she was going to explain this one to her sister.

Harry, round-eyed with wonder at seeing his aunt pinned beneath a strange man with his trousers around his ankles, suddenly pointed in excitement. ‘Look, Mummy, look, Aunty Holly!’ Turning her head to see where he was pointing, Holly saw the brown field mouse, the reason for this ridiculous situation, scuttling nonchalantly past her nose and under her Welsh dresser.

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